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There were times I wish I could give a half star more. But such is life. Regrettably, I went into this book with a bias. And you might think that I, as an introvert–not fully textbook, but 3/4 textbook–would have gone in favourably. Not so. Actually, I went in fully dubious, although I wanted to like this book more than I did. A better review is on here already, one with which I mostly agree regarding issues of the book. But this book also does what mainstream gender science books do all too often. The woman brain/man brain dichotomy (that doesn't really exist). This is the extro/intro dichotomy. She makes a couple throw away statements about how most people are a mix, but that's not really covered. All in all, I came away feeling like extroverts were the ‘man' brain–the action-oriented dopes who don't think about things enough and look before they leap. And introverts, why! we are brilliants artists and angels and scientists and geniuses.
Also, any adherence to the general physicality of an introvert is b.s. Dr Blahdyblah Kagan hypothesized that male introverts are skinny, blue-eyed, moony dreamers. Well, that describes exactly none of the men I know who are primarily introverts. Yawn. Oh, right, and those introverts could only be white men. Double yawn.
Don't get me started on the race chapter. Which only covered one other ethnic groups besides white. Oh, and rich. Since she's a Harvard Law grad and does important work, she has absolutely no conception that people could be NOT rich. At least, that's what it seems like. A poor introvert won't take much away from her advice regarding self and children.
Seriously, this book reads mostly like it's for the rich, primarily white set. It doesn't discuss introverts in other socio-economic walks of life, other races, anything really. There's no subtlety. So whilst I deep down wanted to like this book, it was only meh.
So. I don't read memoirs. I've very little interest in them, usually. But, come on. I HAD to read Grace Jones'. So when my partner was finished, I picked it up out of curiosity–and discovered some lovely writing. So lovely that I decided I should read it.
Grace is a very interesting person. A contradictory person. Strong and vulnerable, confident and uncertain. A person mostly interested in discovering the new, in recreating herself constantly. She is also a bit paranoid and prone to unfortunate relationships, and prone to having men issues. It's interesting that a woman with such a strong personality often gets mucked up by her relationships with men. And it's peculiar, to me, as a Millennial, that such a fierce woman has a fairly gendered view of men and women, that in some ways, she's old-fashioned in her view of gender and sex.
That being said, she's fascinating and intelligent. Her stories of her childhood are chilling, and I loved looking at pop-cultural history through the eyes of someone who lived it. And the history of her home, Jamaica.
Even though this book took the longest time to read all year, and I'm not into memoirs, I still quite enjoyed it.
The true tale of the cells of the human body at work, fighting off pneumonia, influenza, and allergies!
May be dramatized for effect.
I couldn't find the actual PB edition, so I'll just leave it as the Kindle one.
This was pretty fun. The sneeze missile was probably my favorite thing. And one learns about the cells of the human body. Or, y'know, in my case, relearns because it's been a while since I've learned this stuff, and I've forgotten most of it.
I see I am not the only one to give it a three-star rating. This is part of the reason I bumped ‘Dreams and Shadows' to two stars. ‘Watchmen' is superior. But I'm just not that into it. Is that sacrilege? I'm sure. I'm not into Western comics as a general rule, although I have read some I quite like, that are lovely and moving. And I really wanted my reread of this to be moving. But it wasn't.
On a shallow level, I don't like the art. I don't like Western comic art 90% of the time. But if the story is engaging, I can get past that.
This story is moderately engaging. I understand this is an important book, but I liken it to Bob Dylan. Just because it is important, doesn't mean that I have to like it.
I appreciate the philosophical discussions and the attempt at solid characterizations. But the most moving bits to me were the displays of interconnectedness with minor characters–the Bernies, Mal and Gloria, the Gordian Knot locksmith and his brother. That made things interesting. And I was displeased that they all died. But the main characters, with all their back story and complexity left me cold.
Except Rorschach. Maybe the Comedian. But I digress.
I feel like Adrian is megalomaniacal, just a bit, in the graphic novel. In the end when he asks Jon if he did the right thing, I felt like that was out of character. I felt no sympathy for his desire for peace, because he showed little remorse for killing millions of people. Was he trying to save the world, or was he showing off and trying to rule it? I honestly did not like him in the graphic novel. He was simply full of crap. Dan and Laurie should have been the emotional centerpiece, but they were also dull.
Laurie is one woman surrounded by all these stupendous men. The guys are the cool, brilliant characters. She's the emotional hottie. I suppose for the time, she was good. But in hindsight, we are not impressed.
I wanted to like this more. I did the first time I read it a decade ago. And it is a work of value, I will not deny. I had high hopes for my reread. But I feel the same now as I did back then. With a sigh, I must concede to myself: It just doesn't do it for me.
And now for the truly controversial statement. I read the book first years ago, thought it was all right. However...
I like the movie better. Let me be honest, I LOVE the movie, as much as I love ‘The Dark Knight.' I found it emotionally and intellectually engaging. And, frankly, I found Adrian's manipulation of Jon to be a far better ending for millions of New Yorkers than a genetially modified squid. No, man. The squid killed me. And Adrian felt far more amorally invested in world peace in the movie. And Laurie was a far better character in the movie.
I'm sorry. I'm a bad person.
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